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"And you tell me I've got nerve," she gasped. "Good thing you don't live on Terra, Dar—you'd wind up ru
Dar felt a surge of irritation. "I only want to run them out of town."
"I know," she sighed. "You never did have much respect for good old healthy self-interest. Maybe I do have a function around here, after all."
"Maybe!" Dar squawked. "I'm just the errand boy!"
Lona stared into his eyes for a long moment, then reached out to pat his hand again. "Please keep thinking that way, dear. It works wonderfully for me."
Dar was pretty sure he was supposed to feel complimented. Anyway, he glowed inside, just on general principles. "So how much is this triple deal going to bring?"
"Well, over the next three years, and with a guarantee to each company to bring out a new model, on a four-month rotation plan… just about five hundred thousand each."
Dar could feel his eyes bulge. "A million and a half?"
Lona nodded, looking immensely pleased with herself.
Dar sat back, sucking in a long breath. "Yes. Well, I can see that might make a little research and development desirable, yes."
"But that's the good part about it." Lona winked. "You've already done the tough part. With a robot who serves breakfast in bed, it's just a short step to one who can load the dishwasher."
Dar developed a sudden faraway look in his eyes. "With extendable arms, that shouldn't be too tough—and once you've got the telescoping arms, it could vacuum the cobwebs in the corners, and wash the walls."
"And if it can wash the walls, it can paint them!"
"Yeah." Dar gri
"Well, yes." Lona looked down, toying with her wineglass. "Actually, Dar, I was going to ask you if you could add on the northwest circular room. It isn't very large…"
"The one right next to our bedrooms on the plans?" Dar frowned. "Sure. What kind of product are you pla
Lona actually blushed and lowered her eyes. "A product that would be very small at first. But it would grow. Fifteen years or so, but it would grow."
Dar stared.
Then he stood up and came around to take her hand. "Darling—are you telling me we can finally start a baby?"
She nodded, smiling up at him—and he was amazed to see her eyes fill with tears. "Yes," she whispered, just before her mouth was pre-empted.
An hour later, their breathing slowed down enough for Lona to heave a satisfied sigh, and for Dar to breathe into her ear, "Will you marry me now?"
"Uh-huh." Lona turned to him, nodding brightly. "I do think children should have that much security, at least."
"Security?" Dar pursed his lips and asked, carefully, "Does this mean you might be pla
Lona nodded, eyes huge and face solemn. "At least two years before I go kiting off to Terra again, Dar. I promise."
Cordelia sighed, misty-eyed. "I do so love happy endings."
"Yet was it truly?" Geoffrey said, frowning up at Fess. "Did she keep her promise, Fess?"
"Regrettably, she did not," the robot answered. "In practice, she could not—there was need for her to attend business meetings and speak with prospective clients."
Magnus asked, "Wherefore could her husband not have done so for her?"
"He was quite willing," Fess sighed, "but he lacked the gift for it, perhaps due to his earlier career as a teacher—he was obsessed with the need to tell the precise truth. He just was not as good at business as she was."
"Nor as good at aught else, from what thou sayest." Magnus added.
"Thus it seemed to himself, too. He died feeling that his life had been full and enjoyable, but insignificant."
"Papa hath said that all folk must find and know their limitations," Gregory said, "then seek to transcend them."
"It was Dar Mandra who first enunciated that aphorism, Gregory; it has been passed down from generation to generation of your family. But the operative word is seek. The attempt will surely result in better work than you would otherwise do, and may result in greater accomplishments—but may still fall short of your goal."
Gregory's eyes lost focus as he tried to digest that statement, but Geoffrey was still frowning. "Did the founder of our house, then, accomplish nothing with his life?"
"That depends on your definition of the term 'accomplish.' With his wife, he built a major company within the Maxima conglomerate, raised three children to become excellent citizens, and formed an enduring marriage that gained substance as it aged."
"Yet he did not create anything in his own right, nor invent or discover it."
"Only in that he had not found the answer to the question he had formulated, and did not realize that no answer may be an indicator of the correct answer. His son Limner, though, took that question and likewise tried to answer it: 'Why can physical objects be mapped into seven-dimensional space, when electromagnetic waves ca
Gregory asked, "What did Limner think it did indicate?"
"That perhaps electromagnetic waves could be mapped into seven dimensions; they only needed a different technique. Just as electromagnetic radiation was its own medium, the transmitter had to be its own isomorpher.''
Magnus looked up. "Yet 'twas Dar's thoughts, and the question they led to, that enabled Limner to discover that principle."
"That is so, yes."
"Then," Magnus demanded, "how can he be said to have failed?"
"He had not, of course—yet he felt that he had."
Geoffrey squeezed his eyes shut and gave his head a shake. "A moment, I prithee—thou dost say he succeeded in some measure, but knew it not?"
"Precisely. Dar's feelings of failure were due to a fundamental misunderstanding of his own nature—he was not an engineer, like Lona, but a research scientist.''
"Oh, the poor ancestor!" Tears brimmed Cordelia's eyes. "To die feeling so, when 'twas not true!"
"Oh, do not pity him, Cordelia. He recognized his true success as a husband, a father, and a stalwart member of the community. In his old age, he counted accomplishments in scholarship and commerce to be relatively inconsequential, as indeed they were."
Gregory stared, scandalized. "Why! How canst thou say the discovery of new knowledge is of no consequence!"
"Only relatively, Gregory, only relatively. For Dar's measure of worth was in adding to the happiness of other people—and in that, he had succeeded enormously. Now hush, children. It is time to sleep. Tomorrow, we will begin to solve the mystery of the castle."